Then, taking a cast iron tripod that used tobe a lamp, she found it would make a suitable frame forher next purpose. She stripped, and then plungedher...elf into the top of the funnel, head first,allowing her squeezey form to be completely coated inlotion, almost down to the very molecules of her skin,and in no time, her body had moved through the funnelbecoming a spaghetti-like pile of G on the floorbeneath the tripod. Although she really wanted tobask in the glow that the lotion offered her and. The area appeared deserted. There was no sign of anyone else out here and the only light on was where I was headed.In my rush to grab the ticket and get out of my office, I hardly thought to look at the name... Sara Mitchell. Must be my lucky day. Sara is not your average office slave. She was a beauty. Certainly didn't deserve to be stowed away here in the corner of nowhere slaving at a computer, entering data all day. It was a damn tragedy.But there she was... Sitting there. Waiting. Waiting. Then there were these local thugs that I had to run off. It seems they thought I was someone they didn’t want kicking their butts.”Amelia, in charge of this op, came over to me with a gun in her hand to ask, “Who in the fuck are you?”“Agent thirty-six, I’m insulted. I grow over a foot, bulk up, get a nice package, and you forget who I am,” I told her as she still didn’t quite know who I was.Well, I might as well give her something to jog her memory. The whole team has seen her naked or almost. So, the three of us had a nice dinner. Marie went all out in the kitchen and really outdid herself.Elaine was very complimentary and at some point during the meal, I got 'volunteered' to go help Elaine install some shelving in her garage on Saturday. I'm still fuzzy on how that happened, but I was too distracted for some reason to even realize it right away. By the time I did, it was too late to avoid it. Shortly before Elaine left, she used our bathroom and I was taking something to the back.